Fuck You! (Scream 6 Fanfiction)

Prologue

Notes:

Hi! This is my first work in the Scream Fandom! Don't want to drag this out so I'll leave a bit of information that will be needed to know.

The Scream 6 ending is canon, and so are all the other Scream movies. The group thinks Ethan is dead. Chad is in the hospital when this all starts!
This will focus mainly on Chad, Tara, and Ethan. Mainly on Tara and Ethan.
This isn't going to be a fairy tale where they will be okay right off the bat. This will be a slow burn!

I do not plan to take too long to finish this, but feel free to bug me if you think I'm taking too long lol!

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He gasped, gurgling on his blood and spitting when he regained consciousness. He sees a dumpster filled to the brim before his eyes lift up to the bright blue sky. Not a cloud in sight, such a beautiful day really. It would be for anyone else he supposes. He tries to make sense of his surroundings, and the cloudiness that is his mind.

He remembers Mindy telling him that he was Ghostface, and really, was he that obvious?
He also remembers watching her on the train, staring and waiting for the time. He wishes it was him who got to kill her, she had gotten on his nerves. But no, he had to play a hero and call for help when the lights came on and she was on the floor with sticky, thick, red blood tainting everything around her.

His train of thought ends when he starts choking, rolling onto his side painfully, coughing up blood. It pools next to his face as he struggles to get air into his lungs. He brings a hand up to his neck, finding no wound. He blinks a few times, his vision clouding near the edges.

He was stabbed in the mouth.

Tara had stabbed him in the mouth.

Red-hot rage fills his body, bringing him up onto his knees with a struggle. He sputters and takes in his surroundings, seeing he was deep down a dark alley where no one would find him like this.

And to think he actually liked Tara.

Ethan uses the dumpster to host himself up onto his feet. His other wounds felt like nothing compared to the hot, searing pain in the back of his mouth. He was still bleeding; he could feel it spill down his throat or come pooling out of his mouth.

Okay, maybe he still liked Tara.

The rest of what happened after he was stabbed in the mouth was a blur. Why did he feel like something hit his head super hard? Or why was he here?

Where was his dad and sister?

Did they win?

...

What if they lost? Does the world know?

One thing Ethan knew for certain was that he was screwed in the worst way possible.

Tara could count the ceiling tiles and bright fluorescent lights again, but she felt her sister's hand on her shoulder before she could.

"Chad will be fine, it's all over. And we should probably head home."

Tara looked back down at Chad, and she felt herself stiffly nod. "Sorry." She doesn't dive deeper into why she wanted to stay, as they both knew. When she stands up, the chair makes a screeeeeeech when it slides against the tile floor. She doesn't look away from Chad as she goes to leave. He seemed peaceful in his sleep, even with all the cords and beeping happening in the hospital room.

"Breaking news!" The TV in the top corner of the room sputters to life, completely changing from the romcoms it happened to be playing. "After the violent murders were put to rest in New York, two bodies have been identified as the Ghostface killers. Detective Wayne Bailey and his daughter Quinn Bailey-"

The TV seems to become a dull ringing in Tara's ears as her mind only focuses on one thing...
Two Bodies?